Lyrics:
faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat,
They're ridin' hard to catch that herd, but they ain't caught them yet!
'Cause
fist I wanna test the drive whip
I'm mesmerized by you hips
Take everything off but that t-shirt, that t-shirt
Girl, you look good in my t-shirt
Pleasures of the night
Seaman's delight
Holler
(refrain)
Pleasures of the night
What a sight
Oh no, the organ plays by itself
It doesn't need
Shirt pants
Drive bys all day with the shirt pants
My fly both ways with the shirt pants
My dimes don’t stay in the shirt pants
Tom Traubert's Blues tom Wait's (1976)
(Sung by Tico Torres)
Wasted and wounded
It ain't what the mood did
I've got what I prayed for now
I'll see
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
now
Throttle back, drop the plow, shut it down
He wipes his face off with his t-shirt
Climbs down and meets her by the gate
Takes himself a long,
hit me in my face
Every man gets his wish
Every man gets his wish
Your red Hawaiian shirt and
Your hair jet black
Hanging 'round with your friends by
always
A CD and a T-Shirt on the table by your bed
Plus a couple dollars when you wake and call a cab
I really want to wake her so that I could say goodbye
at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man at the end, he's a very good
they've all been won by knowing
All been won by knowing
All been won by knowing.
Paperwork, white collared shirts, where would we be without
Them
Oh lord, anybody see my trial grieves for I
Why lord I was badly beaten, found by loved ones
Battered by an irate husband
Searching for a man that
In my memory, I will always see
The town that I loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And they laughed through the smoke
Some days you just get by
And some days you're just alive
Some days you're livin'
Some days you're livin', mhm
I went back in and fired the coffee
Sheets dance on the line
White as the clouds gone by
Screen door kicking time
As kids melt into the sky
You're making your moves
Trying just
Uh, uh
I got that real good, feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on thirty-fives
Pretty girl by my side
You're worried by her body
She's worryin' about her bodily odor
You pull off
The pull over
You say that you love her when you really loathe her
Serves
it clear what exactly i mean by that
i was sitting in the middle of the street
dust made its way into my legs even though my shirt was tucked in
and i
at? (where you at?)
Where you at? (where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my)
My
Shirt pants
Drive bys all day with the shirt pants
My fly both ways with the shirt pants
My dimes don't stay in the shirt pants
I have found
That show the way my woman feels for me
They're signs of love
See the coat she mended in the closet
And all the shirts she ironed
Lay
man out the door
I ain't no stranger, I been this way before.
Put on your night shirt and your morning gown
You know by night I'm gonna shake 'em down
When I drew the tin I grinned, but I very soon got skinned
By a girl by the name of Maggie May
Oh, Maggie, Maggie May, they've taken you away
home mowin' the lawn
While you're fishin' all weekend long
Or you show up late for church smelling like beer
In a white pewter shirt
And when
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